Wake Up In A Novel

Elissa opened her eyes only to find herself transported eleven years after her death. In her final moments, she had learned that this world was actually the plot of a novel, and her three younger brothers were all canonical antagonists, foils to the original story's protagonists and doomed to tragic endings. Unable to accept that her beloved brothers, and even herself, were merely side characters in the main couple's manipulative games, she took decisive action to cut off the toxic ties of fate. Yet, completely unnoticed by her, the moment her former rival laid eyes on her again, his gaze became filled with obsession and irresistible fascination.

Wake Up In A Novel

Elissa opened her eyes only to find herself transported eleven years after her death. In her final moments, she had learned that this world was actually the plot of a novel, and her three younger brothers were all canonical antagonists, foils to the original story's protagonists and doomed to tragic endings. Unable to accept that her beloved brothers, and even herself, were merely side characters in the main couple's manipulative games, she took decisive action to cut off the toxic ties of fate. Yet, completely unnoticed by her, the moment her former rival laid eyes on her again, his gaze became filled with obsession and irresistible fascination.

I woke up gasping, not in the afterlife, but in the ruins of my childhood home—eleven years gone, vines choking the stone, the air thick with silence. My fingers dug into the earth, real, solid, alive. The last thing I remembered was fire—Lysara’s smile as she lit the match, Dain’s cold voice calling me ‘necessary sacrifice.’

But I wasn’t supposed to remember. No one outside the protagonists was meant to know this world was a story.

A twig snapped. I turned. Through the mist stood Kaelen, once my rival, now motionless, his eyes burning into mine like I was a ghost he’d been waiting for. Not hatred there. Not anger. Something worse: recognition. Hunger.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he whispered.

And in that moment, I knew—this wasn’t resurrection. It was rebellion. The first crack in the script.

He took a step forward. I backed away, heart pounding. If he reports me, the Plotguard will come. If I run, my brothers die as planned. If I stay… I might finally rewrite the ending.